The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1887-04-14
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SNYDER-Near Poplar Ridge, Darke Co.,
o., March 10th, 1887, John p. Snyder, aged
~ years, 3 months and l day.
| The deceased was buried at Abbotsville
,! cemetery, funeral at the church by A. Dun
kelbarger, pastor of Concord. Text-"My
presence shall go with the and l will give thee
rest-Exodus, 33d chap, l4th verse;" He
leaves a wife, one daughter, her husband, two
grandchildren a step-son and family, and
many friends to mourn his less; but not as
those who have no hope. The deceased was
an inotensive man, a man of deep thought,
who read a great deal and retained a good
memory until his last sickness, which was not
quite two weeks. During that time his suf-
fering was intense. In the last sickness,
which was heart disease, he was not able to
say much to his friends on account of the
pain that would come upon him at short in
tervals, causing him to sink into unconscious
ness. About two years ago, during a sick
ness the writer, with other christians at his re-
quest, held several meetings in his sick-room,
where he sought and found Christ as his Saw
Tor, then in his 18th year. A few weeks be-
fore his death while his daughter was seek
ing atOnement in tie blood of Christ, again
special meeting was held at their house, and
in his own words he felt God and praised God
over and over, "The Lord is my Shepherd, l
shall not want" Father Snyder was very
much crippled and it was with great difficulty
that be walked in the last few years of his
ille, ana CnuS ne was cOuuneQ TO MS room
nearly all the time, making the bereavement
so much harder for the family to bear. Al
though he was not as cheerful as sune peo-
/ pie are, but like all at his age, ne was a care
to those of his family, and to use the words of
his daughter, he went so often and returned
that it seems it can't be he will not come
again. The seat beside the stove is empty
his place at the table is vacant-the cane that
was used so long is idle-something can be
seen at every turn to remind them of their
loss of a husband and a father, but it seems
we cannot get used to this stern monster,
(Death) for scarcely has the sound of the
grave clods died upon our hearing for one of
our dear ones, until the tolling of the funeral
bell of another is breaking our hearts afresh.
The writer has good reason to believe from
him, that he will be reunited with his loved
ones who live godly here. They will meet
with the Redeemer in heaven.
A short farewell to our fa3her dear,
Your presence is missed by your children here;
Our heart is breaking and almost refuses to
beat
When we pass around your vacant seat.
We will lift our eyes to your home in heaven,
And ask Gods grace, as to you was gwen;
We will bear our grief and will ever try
To meet you again in the sweet by and by.
| Dearest father thou hast left us,
Here thv loss we deeply feel,
But It's God that hath bereft US,
He can all our sorrows heal.
Peaceful be thy silent slumber,
Peaceful in the grave below;
Thou no more will join our number,
Thou no more our joys shall know.
Yet again we hope to meet you,
When the day of life is DER,
Then in heaven with Joy to greet you,
There we'll meet to part no more.
Mrs. MARIA GRAMM.